每次我走过那条僻静的小径时,总会看到一些已经枯死了的树木杂乱无章地躺在那里黑压压的一片。在这些乱树根上,总是坐着一个满脸络腮胡子、头发乱蓬蓬的老伯伯。我每次从他身边走过,发现他的眼睛总是一动不动地凝视着远方。有一次,我终于忍不住问他:“老伯伯,您怎么老是坐在这? Every time I walk through that secluded trail, I always see a number of trees that have already died and are lying there in a haphazard manner. At the roots of these chaotic trees, there is always an old man with a beard and an untidy hair. Every time I walked past him, I found his eyes always staring into the distance. Once, I couldn’t help but ask him: "How can you always sit here, old man?